Destined for Love (11 page)

She placed her hand over his, and held him to her breast. He pumped into her faster, and brought her closer to the release she craved. “Yes, James. Harder.”

He buried his face in her hair. Warm breath tickled her ear. “Tell me you want me. Tell me.” He slid his hand down her body and slipped his finger into her wet folds. His stimulating touch brought forth another moan.

“I want you, James. I need you.”

He thrust his thick cock into her vigorously, while he tweaked her clit. Her mind and body knew of one thing, and that was for him to satisfy her. She found herself addicted to him, his touch and his passion. He filled her with much more than his large erection. He gave her confidence, laughter and happiness. And not to forget he supplied her with raging orgasms. He and Mark had given her so much, and they had asked for nothing in return. She owed them, and while she knew they enjoyed the sex, she still wanted to provide them with something in exchange. But what?

“You are so hot and wet, I’m going to burst at any second.”

She dug her nails into the bed as he drove deep inside her, his flesh smacking with her flesh. The friction, along with his toying with her nub, continued to bring her closer to a sweet release. He licked her shoulder and bit her. The soft bite surprised her and ignited her release.

“Oh, yes, baby. Yes,” he said as she milked his hard member.

He pushed his erection deep into her again. Tension in his face and his ongoing hard and fast grinds revealed his release was approaching. His orgasm finally came and he groaned loudly while he throbbed vibrantly against her inner walls. Body to body, they lay peacefully and enjoyed the erotic waves.

Val sighed as the blissful spasms faded. She twisted her head to face James. “I wouldn’t mind waking up to that every morning.”

“Mm… If I were your boyfriend, I’d make sure to wake you with such passion every day. You could count on it.”

The sternness in his voice convinced her he would stick to his word. What a wonderful man. Men.

She turned and scanned the room for her other lover. “Where’s Mark?”

“He took a shower a little while ago. Since he didn’t come back to bed, I assume he went to fix something to eat.”

Val listened for the taps and didn’t hear any splashing of water. She took in a deep breath, hoping to catch a whiff of food. The only scent she could pick up was their own.

“Are you hungry? We’ve been in bed for hours.” He slowly slid his erection from her. “I can find out what he’s preparing.”

She rolled onto her back as James left the bed. He headed for the door without stopping for his boxers. Val marvelled at his fine body, so strong and muscular. She loved feeling his firm and warm body pressed against her, and his thick cock within her pussy. She had identical feelings about Mark, too.

He pointed at her on his way to the door. “Stay there.” His bare butt cheeks jiggled slightly as he walked out of the room.

Val dug her elbows into the bed as she rose slightly. She looked at the dark computer screen sitting on her desk. Guilt crept into her mind. She should be looking for jobs and a place to live instead of staying in bed and fucking all day and night. Her night out had been memorable, but the time had now come to face reality. Sighing, she slipped out of bed.
Eat first then work. Time for frisky playing can come later as a reward.

She stepped into the bathroom and grabbed the robe from behind the door. The cold tiles under her feet gave her a slight chill. Tying the cord to hold the robe together, she hurried from the room and into the hall.

After turning the corner into the kitchen, she found Mark and James standing side by side facing the counter and talking softly. Mark had on his navy blue boxers while James was still naked. A grin spread across her face upon seeing James’ cute butt. The temptation to pinch one cheek prodded her. Fighting the urge, she walked up behind them with her arms outstretched.

“What are my two favourite men up to?” She came to a stop between them, with her hands on their hips.

“Fixing you a sandwich,” Mark said grinning.

“Oh? What kind?” She glanced at the counter. Three mammoth-sized cold cuts lay on three dishes. Her jaw dropped at the mountain of meat stacked between the pieces of bread. She assumed he’d fixed one sandwich per person.

“I prepared a salad, too. I thought you might be hungry. You haven’t eaten a decent meal since yesterday afternoon.”

She was hungry, but not starving like a lion. Maybe the reason he’d put together such a hearty meal was because he hungered for all the food himself.

“It looks good,” she said, eyeing the meat suspiciously. There was no way she could eat all of it. She doubted she could eat half and a salad.

“But?” James prompted.

“It’s a bit much.”

James chuckled and poked his elbow at Mark. “Told you.”

Mark grabbed a knife from the counter and pushed it into the cold cut, slicing it in two. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Well, let’s not waste it. If you’re hungry, dig in. Don’t let me stop you.”

James reached for one of the plates. Mark abruptly smacked his hand, forcing James’ hand to retreat. The brown-haired genie glared at his partner in crime.

“Could you at least put some shorts on?” Mark said.

Amusement flashed on Val’s face and she shook her head.

“Fine.” James took a step back. “I don’t see what the big deal is.”

“Well, we clearly do,” Mark said.

James turned, but he hadn’t made it out of the kitchen when the phone began ringing. He stopped and spun to face them.

Val reached over the food and lifted the receiver. “Hello?”

“Hey, Val. It’s Terri. How are you?” She sounded cheerful.

“I’m good. Getting ready to grab a bite to eat.” Val smiled at Mark.

“It’s almost three-thirty in the afternoon. Are you just now eating lunch?”

Val twisted to look at the microwave above the stove. The time showed three twenty-four. She stared in shock at the digital display. Had they spent that much time in bed?

“Val?”

“I’m here. I was checking the time.” She twisted to face Mark and noticed James was out of sight.

Terri laughed. “Did those two hunks keep you busy?”

“Yeah, a bit.”

“Are they still there?” The excitement in her tone matched that of a child at a candy store.

“Well…”

Terri gasped. “They are, aren’t they?”

“Let’s just say that we are getting to know each other well.”

Laughter burst from her. “Woo-hoo! Good for you. Those men are hot.”

Val couldn’t stop herself from chuckling. “Yes, they are.”

Mark took two dishes and headed towards the dining room.

“I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you. And thanks for taking me last night. I had a really good time.” Val strolled from the kitchen and into the dining area. Mark passed her after he’d left the two sandwiches on the table.

“Oh, I’m sorry we didn’t spend much time together. But it seems like you might have found someone or more.” She giggled softly.

Val pulled out the chair to sit down. “Yeah, they’re really nice guys. Very compassionate and caring.”

“Oh my. Sounds like you’re really getting to know them.”

Val sat and slid the plate closer, scraping the table softly. “We are getting to know each other very well.” And it wasn’t a lie. Although she hadn’t known Mark and James more than a few days, she felt very comfortable with them and she was confident they shared similar feelings. She’d been honest with them, and vice versa. Did they truly know each other? No, but they had shared enough that she believed they could have a lasting relationship, one filled with love, compassion and hot sex.

“Really?” Terri sounded surprised.

“They’re great guys, through and through.” Val picked a piece of meat from her sandwich then ate it.

“Are we talking about sex, or their personalities?”

Val grinned, though her friend couldn’t see it. “Both, actually.”

“That’s so fucking awesome, Val. I’m envious.”

“Thanks, but I still don’t have a job or a home in thirty days.”

Mark headed towards them with the other sandwich and two bowls of salad in his hands. He appeared in deep thought with his gaze lowered. As if he sensed Val watching him, he looked up and smiled. He set the food on the table then returned to the kitchen.

“Which brings me to the other reason for my call.”

“Oh?”

“I was thinking at breakfast time and came up with a plan that may help get your job back.”

James strolled into the dining area from the living room. He wore a pair of red boxers and held a calm look on his face. At the same time, Mark returned with another bowl and salad dressing bottles. He set everything on the table. James took the seat across from her while Mark sat in the one to her left.

“A plan? What kind of plan?”

“I’m going to ask to speak with top management in the morning.”

“Why, Terri?”

“Because I can’t sit idle about what happened to you. Letting you go was wrong. So, I came up with a top ten list why they need to hire you back and gave examples for each one. I’m going to present it to them and respectfully request your reinstatement.”

Valerie’s heart stilled at her friend’s thoughtfulness. If Terri were in the room, Val would’ve reached out to hug her.

“Terri, you don’t need to do that.”

“You’re not going to talk me out of this. I’ve made up my mind.”

Terri’s determination resembled that of a mad bull running at Pamplona. Val knew it all too well, having lived with her for a couple of years. Since she had no way of changing Terri’s mind, she didn’t bother to argue.

“Please be careful. I’d hate for them to turn a cold eye towards you.”

“Oh, I don’t care. If they do, I’ll look for another job. Sam makes enough to support both of us, so I could manage for a while without a job if I had to.”

Val looked at Mark and James. They were leaning towards each other and saying something she couldn’t hear.

“I hope it doesn’t come to that. I know how much you like it there.”

“We are a family. We spent years together, which is why I truly think they made a mistake in laying you off.”

Val reached for another piece of meat. “Well, I wish you luck on winning them over, and hope it doesn’t cause any problems for you.”

Both men turned to face her. A second later, as a cool breeze brushed over her, she realised what she’d said. She’d used the word wish.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. I’ll call you after I meet with them and let you know how it works out.”

Val swallowed hard. The word had slipped from her lips so easily. She hoped and prayed she’d brought good luck to Terri and not the potential for harm. She’d seen too many movies where a person made a good wish but it backfired and brought chaos instead. Staring at James, she wondered if she could take her wish back.

“Yes, call me and let me know. Good luck, Terri.”

“Enjoy your day with those two gorgeous men.”

“I plan on it.”

Terri chuckled lightly before she said goodbye.

Val set the cordless phone on the table. “Please tell me nothing bad will happen to her.”

“We’re not the kind of genies that bring death and destruction,” Mark said.

She paused for a few seconds. Did bad genies exist? She wanted to ask, but veered back to her current problem. “I guess I’m very cautious. My intentions were…honourable, to bring her good luck. I’d hate for something horrible to happen, like I get my job back, but she loses her job as a result. That wouldn’t be right.”

James lifted one of the salad dressing bottles. “Fate will take its own course. We give it a boost, but what happens will always depend on the person making the wish.”

Val chewed on his words. She’d made the wish, so the outcome would depend on her. It made logical sense. If she wished for a million dollars, it would be up to her to spend it wisely so she didn’t go bankrupt. If she asked for a new car, she’d have to take care of it and drive safely to avoid accidents. Everything had a consequence dependent upon her choices. So, if the scenario she gave came to fruition, she could probably save Terri’s job if she denied reclaiming her old one.

“It was a good wish,” Mark said as he poured dressing over his salad. “Your intention was a good one.”

“It was.” She reached for one of the halves of her sandwich.

James stabbed at the lettuce in his bowl. “Then you have nothing to worry about, except making your last wish.”

“Which means we need to worry,” Mark said in a low voice as he looked at James.

Val gave them a confused look. “Why do you say that?”

They both lowered their eyes. As the silent seconds ticked by, Val suspected something was wrong.

James pushed the food around in his dish. “After you make your last wish, we have to leave and you have to return us to the spot you found us.”

How could she have forgotten? The last wish meant they had performed their job and had to go. But she didn’t want them to leave. There had to be a way out.

“Do you really have to leave? Why can’t you stay here until—?”

“That’s not how it works. The spell forces us to return to our home where we will wait until the next person finds us.”

“But there has to be a way to break the curse.” Her tone held a hint of desperation. She didn’t want her favourite men to leave. Moreover, she hated the fact that they were doomed to travel for eternity without enjoying their own freedom.

“There is one, but the spell prevents us from telling you,” James said.

Val set her food back in the dish. As she leant back in her chair, rubbing her hands together, she thought about how to break the curse and set them free.

“What if I broke the bottle? Would you have to stay in the living world?”

Mark chuckled as he chewed on his food.

“No, the spell would simply place us in another one,” James said with a grin.

A horrible thought came to her mind. What if they magically appeared in a bottle and it sat there for months before she noticed them. “How would I know which bottle you went to?”

James lifted his fork in preparation of eating the salad he’d gathered on it. He held it over the bowl. “We'd probably end up in a bottle somewhere else, not here, since the curse takes us to whomever needs our help. But we can come back and visit before the next person frees us.”